Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.